Chapter 68: I Am the Chorus of Screams, Part 3

Hunger had so fervently pursued obtaining his body and a child of his, but in the end, Sam stole her sister's heart. It was funny and he also destroyed it in the following way: by getting rid of his shadow state with his hand inside the heart, for naturally when he became solid again, the organ exploded into a thousand pieces.

He knew perfectly well that War was an extraordinary being, a horseman of the Apocalypse. He could survive many things that he could take for granted, that he and his sisters could endure, but not the loss of a heart, he didn't believe it. As extraordinary as she was, she had two arms and two legs, spoke his language, and her brain was in her skull. She wasn't a life form so different from human beings; in fact, as far as he knew, perhaps the bodies he saw were nothing more than vessels, just like Belphegor and Castiel, who had only dragged some poor bastards as wrappers.

So it should work, that's what Sam thought as he pulled his arm out of the hole in War's chest. It should work. The last thing he needed was for War to prove she could survive without a heart, unable to breathe, without blood pumping through her body. That would be crazy, but his heart filled with relief when he saw War fall to her knees before him, her body going limp, powerless, as if she were surrendering, as if she were prostrating herself before him. The feeling of conquest that overwhelmed him was intoxicating, even though her eyes, dimmed, seemed to no longer even recognize him.

Was she dead so easily? Well, no. Tentacles shot out towards the hole in her chest and intertwined there, right in the gap left by the heart. Through the bloody mess, Sam saw how the tentacles joined together forming a substitute heart, which immediately began to pump. What madness. He couldn't have expected this. His eyes widened, he took a step back. It wasn't as sure a victory as he had hoped and desired, and now he couldn't repeat the same trick a second time. That was more than clear.

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"Well played," said War, spitting hard, trembling from head to toe. "Well played, I admit it. This will take me some time to recover, but I'll do it gladly. I'll suffer whatever it takes. When I finish tearing you apart, you little son of a bitch... No one has ever hurt me like this, no one has ever humiliated me in such a way, and you're going to pay for it. You've made the grave mistake of turning Hunger against you, even though you had no fucking idea and still don't have any of what I'm capable of. You should have humbly accepted her help under any terms, but now it's too late. You're going to die."

War pointed a finger at him, then took that finger to her mouth and bit it so hard that blood gushed out and the bone was heard cracking. Writhing, she screamed: "You're going to pay for this," she said, spitting her own blood with each syllable. "Your sisters will see how I destroy you."

Sam turned around and ran upstairs, towards the support he needed, but no matter how enraged War was, she didn't take such a detoured path but the most direct one. Naturally, with her tentacles, she propelled herself up through the hole in the wall towards his sisters. Hitting him where it hurt, Sam flinched and changed course.

War fired at his sisters. He didn't see anything, but he heard enough, and Hunger also opened fire on him. He had to dodge as best he could while running towards the hole, throwing himself to the ground, sliding. He must have looked pathetic, but as long as he ended up emerging as the victor, it didn't matter what he looked like. Pride could be eaten by dogs; what counted were the results, not the means.

Sam dodged Hunger 's invisible projectiles for quite some time, but eventually his luck ran out. One of the shots provided him with an explosion of pain that ran through his entire body. His mind went blank, but that was it, that was all. Just that. He sighed with relief to see that he had only lost his right arm.

Sam jumped through the hole, landing where War had landed a moment ago, who was about to finish what she had started. Sam intervened, and the tentacles pierced him deeply from side to side.

"No!" Who screamed? Christina? Violet? Himself full of fear and rage? He didn't know, but they had really fucked himup, that he knew very clearly.

I Am the Chorus of Screams, Part 3: FIN